I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 59

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Saturday, August 11th, 1923
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After their evening of events brought on by challenges piling on top of each other one after another that had ended with a shared relaxing bath, the two men went to bed exhausted and spent; especially Anthony.

It was at near six in the morning that Anthony finally noticed that the body he went to sleep cuddled into was no longer there, a pillow in the man's place. He quietly started to stir, hearing the sound of a pen scrawling over paper.
A small smile came up to his face, glad to know that Alastor was still with him. Slowly opening his eyes, the blonde blinked away the blurriness of his vision and simply watched his lover at his desk in an admiring way, hugging the pillow closer in hopes of getting more of the man's scent. Of course, it wasn't as good as when it came straight from Alastor himself, but he would work with this for now. He didn't want to disturb his lover while he seemed so deep in his thoughts.

After having rested so much the past day, Alastor knew that sleep wouldn't come so easily to him that night. Even if Anthony was there in his arms.
It was a usual occurrence for Alastor to wake quite early, but waking up at five in the morning was quite unusual; and again, even with the warm embrace of his lover beside him, Alastor simply couldn't sleep again.

For an hour or so, Alastor sat at his desk, continuing to write what he had stopped writing the night prior in favor of the banter that had gone on between him and Anthony. He made sure to write down all of his thoughts on the matter of the entity and what had happened upon last contacting it at their tree. Yes... their tree. That was another thing that Alastor had been meaning to do.

All was silent at six in the morning as Alastor slowly placed his pen down against his desk, pausing for a moment or two as he mulled an idea over in his mind. It would undoubtedly work, but was it worth it? Of course, it was...

Closing his notebook, Alastor gently set it aside.
"Are you here?"
The man whispered quietly, voice barely audible. He didn't want to wake Anthony after all.
As soon as the question had been asked, from out the shadows of the darkened room, it appeared. With a nod, the entity grinned.
"I want to ask a favor. I'm sure you already know what I want."
It seemed Alastor didn't even have to finish his sentence before the shadow had gone.

Anthony was about to sit up and answer Alastor's question that was oddly quiet, but the shadow came forward before he could move.
He listened closely with furrowed brows, and once the shadow had gone, he spoke.

"The hell are y' doin'?"
The blonde asked, propping himself up on his elbows from where he lay on his stomach.
"I thought we talked 'bout this..."
He was still pretty tired, so any form of raised voice would have killed his vocal cords.

Alastor didn't jump at the sound of his lover's voice coming out of nowhere, however, he did sigh.
"Anthony, were you not asleep?"
He asked, slowly turning around and looking at his lover on the bed from over his shoulder.
"It's too early to be up, my dear. I'm just working. Don't mind me."

Anthony laid back down, his cheek pressing into the pillow once again.
"I was, but I guess I woke up 'cause this ain't my pillow."
He replied, not about to drop his concerns though.
"I thought we agreed y' wouldn't be askin' for any favors..."
There was a mix of concern and disappointment clear in his words and in the way he looked at his lover.